613 First blood transfusion
Ping An saw that the master's hands were still shaking violently.
“Master, you just sit there, the gentleman will be fine, I promise.
Xiaochen, please disinfect the gentleman's arm, apply medicine and suture it, and pay attention to whether his arm bone is damaged.
Wenzhu, Wujun, follow me, it's not good, the gentleman's pulse, Master, please check it."
Ping'an originally wanted to feel the gentleman's pulse, and then check the abdominal wound with Wenzhu and the others.
But in just a short while, the gentleman's pulse had become intermittent.
This made him unable to stand steadily, and big tears fell. "Wenzhu, you and Wu Jun check the gentleman's abdomen and apply medicine first. Qingshi, quickly disinfect the blood transfusion equipment. The gentleman has lost too much blood. He can't survive without a blood transfusion. Lin Feng, quickly ask someone to bring a bed to the gentleman's bedside."
"Ping An, do you want to give your husband a blood transfusion?"
"Master, it's too late. Use mine first. When Xiao Ming comes, I can use his if I can't hold on any longer. When Zhi Chen comes, you can test him. I don't feel comfortable using someone else's."
"Okay." Sun Sicheng knew there was no other way at this moment. Too much blood had been lost in Awen's body, and now his hands and feet were cold. He didn't dare to use anesthetics at all.
Fortunately, after a rough examination of the abdomen, there should be nothing serious. The main problem is that there was too much bleeding and it was not stopped in time.
A quarter of an hour later.
Qingshi and Xiaohu carried the small bed over, and the officials outside the door hurriedly made way. No one dared to speak. It was feared that Sun Yat-sen's life would be in danger today.
After Ping An disinfected his arm, he lay down: "Master, come on, draw more, use the first equipment, a small water bag is eight taels, you can draw the full eight taels, I can hold on."
Sun Sicheng nodded. The amount of blood in a person's body does not exceed ten kilograms. If Ping An draws eight ounces at a time, there will be a lot of loss. However, there is no time to test the blood one by one. Moreover, according to Ping An, this kind of blood test may not be accurate. He dare not gamble with Awen's life.
Ping An and Xiao Ming's blood types have been tested many times. They can be mixed with anyone's blood. Among dozens of guards, their blood is the most special. Ping An said it is universal blood.
This is strictly confidential and outsiders cannot know about it. Otherwise, if there is a seriously injured person in the future, their blood will be needed. It will be easy to deal with ordinary people, but what about the royal nobles?
With red eyes, Sun Sicheng inserted the silver needle into Ping'an's blood vessel. He watched the small water bag swell up little by little, but his beloved disciple's face turned paler.
His tears fell.
Lin Feng knelt down with a plop: "Master, please test me and my husband. If it's suitable, then you can beat me. The young master can't stand it anymore."
Pingan calmed down and said, "Master, I can bear it. I will smoke one bag and wait for Xiaoming to come. I will let him smoke a little less. He is still young."
Sun Sicheng bit his lip and said nothing, for he was afraid that he would lose control if he spoke.
One is his apprentice, his child, and the other is his brother. His brother is now dying and waiting for this blood to save his life. What can he do?
Qingshi pulled Lin Feng up: "Lin Feng, Master knows what's going on. Saving lives is like putting out a fire. There's no time to do anything else."
Lin Feng squatted on the ground with his face covered. To him, the closest person in the world was Young Master Ping An, no one could compare to him.
The small water bag was full, and Sun Sicheng pulled out the needle from Ping An's body, "Qingshi, stop the bleeding for Ping An quickly."
He didn't dare to delay for a moment, as Awen might die at any time.
Sun Sicheng hung the small water bag filled with blood upside down on a wooden frame, and then aimed a small opening of the small water bag at the slender silver water pipe.
On the other side of the silver water tube was a silver needle. He inserted the silver needle into Awen's blood vessel and quickly signaled Qingshi to open the small opening of the blood bag.
Soon the blood began to flow little by little.
Ping An climbed up from the bed, and Lin Feng hurried over and leaned against the young master's back.
At this time, a cry came from outside the door, "Husband, husband, what's wrong with you? Young Master, I'm safe."
"Qingshi, go out and tell them not to worry. If Xiaoming comes, let him in."
"Yes, Master."
Sun Sicheng looked at his disciple worriedly: "Can you bear it?"
"Master, it's okay, I just feel dizzy, it will be fine after a few days of rest."
Ping An turned around and told Lin Feng to light more candles and oil lamps, as the room was already dim.
Sun Sicheng didn't want to take care of Ping An anymore. Just as Ping An said, he just wanted to take care of him for a few more days.
His mind was completely focused on Awen. This was their first real blood transfusion. They had only tried the operation with other animals' blood before, but it had never happened before that one person's blood could actually flow into another person.
He was worried about what might happen if the two people's blood reacted.
That's the worst thing.
When Qingshi came out of the emergency room, Madam Sun and Zhichen surrounded him.
"Qingshi, what happened to my father?" Zhichen was shaking all over. Madam Sun was supported by two maids and could hardly stand.
"Madam Sun, Master Zhichen, the master has lost too much blood. My master just drew a large bag of blood from himself, and the eldest master is giving the master a blood transfusion."
Qingshi's tears flowed, he couldn't control them at all. He was worried about his master, especially worried, and he felt sorry for his master, thinking how painful it must be to have so much blood drawn from his body.
"Ah?" Zhichen and Madam Sun were both stunned. Blood transfusion? Blood draw?
"Qingshi, I can draw blood for my father."
Qingshi shook his head: "You can't just donate blood. If your blood is from the master, then it's ok. If it's from Madam Sun, then it's not ok. I'll test it for you later."
He walked into the emergency room. He knew how to do this blood test and there was no need to wait for the eldest son.
Even if Xiao Wu finds Xiao Ming, it may not be enough.
Sun Sicheng agreed to Qingshi's request and asked him to bring a bowl of water. He dropped a drop of blood from Sun Yat-sen's fingertip and asked Qingshi to go out and examine Zhichen.
After a short while, Qingshi came in.
"Master, Master Zhichen's blood has merged with yours."
"I know." Sun Sicheng watched Awen's face gradually turn redder.
"Ping An, do you want to give your husband a transfusion of Zhichen's blood later?"
"Master, wait until my blood is gone, and then see how the master is doing. If he is out of danger, don't use theirs for the time being. It's not for anything else, but I'm afraid my blood will be mixed with his."
What he was really worried about was that this blood test was too simple.
"Yes, Master knows. Ping An, you lie down and rest. After the blood transfusion is finished, I will examine your husband carefully."
Ping'an lay down obediently. He was really dizzy. The bag weighed at least eight taels.
Half an hour later, Xiao Wu brought Xiao Ming over.
At this moment, the blood transfusion was finished.
As Sun Sicheng examined the patient, a smile finally appeared on his face.
"My Lord, please use my blood."
"Not for now, we'll talk about it tonight."
He somewhat regretted drawing too much blood from Ping'an. He and Xiao Ming should have just drawn half a bag each.
That's all.
A person's blood is purer, and it brings peace and happiness. I hope I can pass some of this happiness on to Awen.
Xiao Wu said softly, "Young Master, several old masters are here, and that one is here too."
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